I was worried. 6 , my father was seventy-one years old. Anything could have happened to him. Then, I got in my car and drove to my mother’s aerobics（有氧运动）class.
On the drive, I thought a lot about my father and our 7 together. Suddenly, I was three years old and he was 8 me up to the living room window to see the Christmas lights. In his 9 , I was safe and secure. At age ten, he used to wake me up with warm breakfast in bed. Then I was twelve and my dad was 10 all the kids at my birthday party with his magic tricks. I was so 11 of my father for being so 12 and talented. He’d made my party a 13 .
As I entered my mother’s class, I was nervous. My mom looked at me in 14 .
“Mom, where’s Dad?” I asked, “He’s working in the 15 on the side of the house!” she answered.
And I hurried to my car and 16 back to the yard. “Hey, Dad!” I yelled out and told him about my fears of the last half hour. My dad 17 laughing his typical laugh that was always 18 . I was so thankful that I still had my daddy. And so , as I 19 the door to my father’s house, we went inside for our usually cup of coffee.
Thanks, Daddy, for all the 20 and more importantly, for all your love.
